Title: The Prisons We Make
Chapters: 17 and 18 of 18
Disclaimer: I'm not Joss
Warnings: angst, slash, violence, slavery, dub-con
Summary: It's over a decade since Sunnydale collapsed, and Xander is doing time. A fellow prisoner mentions a vampire he once saw displayed at a tourist trap. Freedom doesn't come easy.
AN: This fic is complete and I'll post a chapter a day. Enormous thanks to beta hello_spikey and her very helpful comments! And also enormous thanks to sentine , who has provided three amazing banners! I couldn't possibly pick just one, so I'll be rotating them. As always, your comments are what keep my muse alive!
Previous chapters here
And here we are at the final chapters. Thank you for reading and for your lovely comments. And once again, extra special thanks to hello_spikey for her wonderful beta help, and to sentine , magixa , and blondebitz for the amazing art!!
Chapter 17: ( Xander had no idea how long it would be before reinforcements arrived.... )
Chapter 18: ( Lindsey screamed in an entirely unmanly and undignified way.... )